Solana Circle

It's Like That Y'all
And it Don't Stop

Carat you a fool for this one
Ha ha

God is the producer of my next collaboration
Had it mastered by the angels, we expected platinum cases
Tell the universe don't needa cut, don't get a laceration
Making choirs In the booth, the devil says congratulations

If you never seen the magic
This consistency a habit
In the divots of a rabbit, you the next who hasn't made it

Yo whole set a fabrication
You ain't mad, you mad I made it
Wen you should look in the mirror
if the check the conversation

You could check my compilation
A new level in the matrix
Getting Better than myself, so ill be better than my favorite

Put a brain on my embroidery
A bindle for the payments
No fraternity, sorority
This brotherhoods in pavement
Know this marathons got more to see
We wander in a spaceship
Put my planet on a orbit
We see stars around our faces

We gon walk across the nation
Draw a cross in constellations
Got the reaper on my shirt
It's always Halloween for Jason
Tell the DJ take my scars and put my heart in the rotation
Finally I found my peace
While watching Final Destination

In this six bedroom apartment
Thinking how I'm gona take it
When we come back to this bitch
Make sure it's private reservation
If I buy it, I could break it
Fuck it, Tribe right on a bracelet
I been plotting on this song
While running miles on what Haynes did

I Been fucking on this game
It ain't no telling where my Hanes been
Now I hear em screaming Jake
In states and cities that I ain't been

Pure realist
I could never speak on something that I ain't been
Name another you could say
Yo what the fuck he ain't did?

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T t t t Tell Em Alp
T t t t Tell Em Alp
T t t t Tell Em Alp

It's like that y'all
And it don't stop
To the beat
Keep knocking
It don't stop

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Ay put that Carat on
Classic
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Credits
Writer(s): Jake Alpern
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